Who curses life??

Who says life is hard?/you proclaim it and so it shall be, call it the power of the tongue, nobody designed life to be hard in a doctrinal way it has been structured by human minds and impacted on us as we grow up. Say in a matter of fact, when we were almost graduating from hi skul our dear teachers colonized our minds by trying to hammer the fiddle idea “life is hard” I call it just an idea on people’s mind and particular beings who have been colonized and continuing to perpetrate the curse on themselves and others, how threatening to oneself, I dislike being the bearer of factual bad news on you but reality is what am the appointed to hammer in your heads.

Just the same way the said teachers as we grew up taught us stuff like “history”  surely what was all this about?? Try to look into that word “his story” just other goons trying to hammer their story on us so I’ve come up with my on syllabus  “wakathango story” and you will all buy it!!

 In life words like ‘I can’, ‘I will’ shall not exist in your dictionary but thou is to be ‘I have done’!! do it and later proclaim I have done not at all procrastinating ‘I will’, or ‘i can’ , meaning fantasy, remain dreams building sky scrappers with no foundation or ground floor?? This is what we have learnt to perfect mostly as Kenyans, many ideas and talk with no action!!, come on  what it done, did!! In fact I now call myself  “done” and forever eliminate “can” in the name “Donecan” what a philosophy.

I remember in the same hi skul a teacher proclaimed, “in this whole class the best profession that will come of it is a teacher!!” Talk of a whole professional teacher abusing his own noble profession(the Almighty given grace to handle idiots) regarding his own as a lowlife kinda, quite ironical in a way. This obvious was proclaimed after having been the notorious class and disturbing the so called 'teachers' and so one turn deserves another and so we shall also get punished for those sins by wearing the same size teacher shoes! But that is also what I call curses of life that I’ve trashed!!.

Why let a persons words or rather yours determine your destiny(which so to say is only delayed but not prevented)?? I remember that class that the words of cursing were spoken it was just a few minutes before lunch hour bell and it got into us somehow that instead of the usual storming to the dining hall we walked silently pondering on those words, chanting down the repetition of the same like the wild tum tum drums of south Africa (if I recall that catchy ‘composition’ phrase we used back then) and this of course we were reminiscing in the latest reunion of hi skull.

Power of the tongue change it plus the attitude, if all these words built me in a manner i proclaim them i am far, for as the appointed one ,"live with a purpose", mine is to tell others how to live........ha!! alluta continua.

BIG MOOLAR!

 A pal of mine, more like Ken’s friend and him, taught me how to dream big, big money, big house just “big”. They taught me never to keep saying for now to mean no moolar for now!, It becomes “forever” do not be afraid to dream big you never know when opportunity will come knocking, you got to have planned for it or how??!!

You know I have had this tendency of 'returning myself' or do I say fearing to dream big money even before the small one is not within vicinity. I like consoling myself that’s its being realistic but as I was told, “what you proclaim {power of the tongue) happens so".

At times we could hold a conversation with Ken and out of the blues he mentions,” where can I get half an M right now I do , 1,2,3 things? Am like, “dude!>>….do you know if such money were to drop from above and landed on my feet (jobless corner dreamers kinda reasoning, don’t mind!!}I would have a ‘culture shock’??maybe I’d sweat all over, take afew, store the rest and first hit the locals to absorb shock and also scroll my phone book for ‘company’*wink* kinda maskini akipata…… heng heng…..!

But why do people I meet(I’ve met quite a number) find the pleasure from to lay bare money factors or the money thing, how big monied or connected they are?? Is it that I look of that chaste too and now they “cock sizing” or what or for the mere intimidation,?? like the PM told me “huyo mtu anaanza kukushow kuhusu venye budake ana doo ni kukuintimidate na most ni mafantasy anaweza like uwe kwa hiyo position uko to be intimidated all through ili abaki akikushow hivo, unadhani ukiwa na doo atataka hata uwe beshte yake, na venye hana any, ni mafantasy tu?!! he he,..

How do you start imagining of half an M even before you have handled the 20 shillings? Ee”any way bla bla alot of her own version of the story but I listen for she has  a 'point' right’’’’? eh. By the way I say  if there 's among others, reason I cannot afford to 'lalia' is because I live with a very intelligent PM to detect my cheekiness too and "always try to get ahead of competition or else you‘ll be wiped out of market",  he he... get my drift??

For him and his buddy they were like, “would do all the positives with the cash” grow another,>> he he, whereas maybe just to be on the safer side, i would get a financial manager or did I forget my 'PM' and give her some, failure to that is squandering, maybe I’d leave a mark of generosity to all the 'lablers' of wakathangos as 'mean’ to be proven otherwise mostly in each bar I visit and all the persons of out that love such impressions will be onlist. Huuu!!.

At other times Ken will go like, "dude  find yourself like 20k for fuel we go shagz over the weekend”, take note that’s just 'fuel’ and am like, “dude ,, do you know that’s somebody’s salary for a whole month!!” I keep telling myself maybe my background (humble abode) is what make me feel so intimidated per say, by such talk of big money. But I say some of these hallucinious people, how do you start imagining of half a million even before you have the little 20 shilling that you’ve worked for and earned and the situation you are in does not look like dropping that miracle of big money on your door step. First you say of how monied you are azin (family wise ) or were but now the reality is 'its not there'!, for I believe also people with such hallucinations “come from somewhere” but its like “running even before you crawl!!

To drive the point home they started to explain to me of their real life experiences, I guess I can be the next Jeff by making people speak of ‘the story of their lives’ on the bench or something. Story for another day.

Onto my story, I guess I went to school (read campus mostly) more in the name of pleasing my peros' kinda thing more than the course i had taken of my life after the adult mark or what I had planned to do with my life after hi skul rather but all the more grateful because it has given me time to grow, mature and discover myself but all the more important I did not disappoint them. After all I got a chance to and learn how to love what I was sent to do, 'aik' a living for myself and the peroz expectations cannot fall short of that 'be independent'. Education is the only thing given to me .

The other day my old lady called and she was like, “dude you are joking, you still haven’t got yourself a job??  Ee the ration that your zack gives shall be cut off soon because you are now joking!!” that explains how high their expectations are and to mention the old man who knows it can be tight mostly living with a woman and chips in kiasi, but she had to highlight that for me to see the seriousness though I hardly ask for it (ration) for the shame more and less of a man that 'desires his own' and also mindful of other siblings.

I refuse to know the current Kenyan or worldwide living conditions of unemployment rates among the youth, corruption in job placements and other bad lucks. But I tell them (more of old lady) 'appointed time' is coming. Very soon their worries shall be over!! In fact then it will be, “why you never come see us?? For the busy schedule!!,

Of short lived vows!

Never again shall I fall or become a victim of E-dating, for real this stuff is sick and never again shall i try it. This particular weekend i doned my best pair of jeans, shoes and a t-shirt I purchased for this particular date from the exhibition not Gikomba. I was particularly arrogant since Wanjiku (PM) had travelled upcountry and today I was in no particular mood for my 'chips funga', and since i was paid my mood was good.

My 'chips funga' saw me before i had a chance to sneak from the estate. She had to know what i was up to 'Kwani leo una date?' she asked me while demanding that I buy a flying horse. While other idlers of mtaa were like, backing her, "Aaaa weee Bin Mbayi si huyu mtu ana date si kawaida yake kuwa hivi ama?". I dismissed the allegations saying i was going to babysit for my sister who had to travel upcountry and hastilly made my exit before I became the day's talk.

In town at the stage I met my neighbour who managed to drag me to Grogon next to Nairobi river, this joint that serves the best Muratina. I was to part ways with him at two inorder to be in time but actually did part ways at five, I had started digging my grave. I dashed to the stage only to get hyper inflated fare as it was an end month weekend and people were traveling alot, since I didn't want to dissappoint my 'Mrembo' I agreed to part with this amount which was abit obscene regarding the distance.

I got to my destination at around eight and I knew I was in for it, as we were supposed to meet at around five in the evening. Again things took a sudden turn as this time around I met a former high school mate who was not going to leave me unless i decided to have one with him on his bill, before long it was nine headed to ten.

Knock knock. "Ooooh hii ndio saa unakuja ulikuja kuona hao mabeste wako ama mimi??eee fanya hivi, rudi kwa wao, look at you, stupid man!!". As the door was banged behind her. I staggered to town holding a private conversation with myself and cursing. I quickly found a watering hole and went ahead and drowned my sorrow and not long before the barmaid thought  I was a good company and came to my rescue, though I had to part with a beer.

After a while she decided to offer me help by booking for me a room using my money after a half baked emotional story of how I came to be in this situation. I cant remember how the rest of the evening went on but I woke up around 12 with  a terrible headache alone in the lodging minus my wallet and phone. I headed to 'Mrembo's place who looked at me like I had porridge instead of a brain luckilly enough she made me breakfast cum lunch but i was not going to get coitus despite how hard i tried to plead my case.

I swallowed my pride and decided this weekend was officially over. Luckily for me in the small jeans pocket i had stuffed a 200sh note which luckily didn't vanish. We parted with 'Mrembo' after a conversationless escort and did mathematics to please her or for 'the lunch' or a later 'rematch' and bought her credit, since now I had no exact fare and Mrembo didn't or couldn't want to hear my case the conductor made me stand on a slow overcrowded bus to Nairobi.

You may think my troubles were over but not yet for I have to brave this weather till morning as in my confused state I boarded a bus which took me the opposite side from my residence and that 'kashaitani' of conductor couldn't warn me! or else i didn't ask. As am writting this with the help of the street lamp warming myself next  to the good hearted watchman while sipping my liquor i cant help but wonder what tomorrow holds as Wanjiku(PM) has to sleep all alone something she constantly reminds me it was not the reason why she got married!!.

Gender boorish

Am a keen observer of our physical world and what goes on around. One thing that has baffled me is trying to understand the feminines' gender school of thought and behaviour. Am not gay and honestly I do appreciate women and their goodies. Women need to appreciate themselves  for we men to appreciate them in return. What follows is an incident that happened to me as i was waiting for a matatu to head to town.

There is this drop dead gorgeous fly mama from our mtaa, when she passes she leaves behind heads turned (all heads) and a sweet sweet aroma am sure by now you know the kind of woman am talking about.

This good blessed morning I was lucky enough to have been graced by her presence which had an intoxicating effect on me thank God  my Wanjiku (read PM) was not around to tame my straying eyes (if yours does not do this know she also got her own ventures)!.

Am sure all the men present at that time noticed her but that was not enough, she also had to intimidate the other ladies. Since I was the one standing next to her I had a generous view of her cleavage straight to her back (one nasty back) right to her edible legs. She realized I was staring and I also saw her smile and look from vagina of eye and for a moment I convinced myself that am single.

"Hi you look so familiar". She said. The smile she gave me made me mellow and weak in the knees and it wasn't long before i had pictured her naked with me on top of her (wooi! what a literal 'dress down').

''Town forty bob town forty bob". We got into the literally empty matatu and it seemed lady luck was in my hot pursuit since she came and took the seat next to mine. I was immediately served with a generous view of her full cleavage and her inside yellow yellow thigh of elephant, which I comfortably enjoyed this time in private.

Had my Wanjiku been there hell would have no fury and also that would have meant me being under probation minus half of my salary (fuck this new constitution)!. The conductor finally got to us and unblinkingly "Nyaguthii" turned and faced me directly in the face as one hand went into her bag and fished what I imagined to be a black berry. "Si unilipie fare chali kama wewe si mtu wa kukosa forty bob" (more of a demand than request)! (Really , some of you ladies , who are your mothers??) i remember when growing up this was a greater crime than eating at your neighbour's, you'd really get a spanking from the old lady aty you were borrowing i dono sweets, "kwenu eee mamayako uliskia hana pesa ya swity au ungekosa ufe eeeeeee!!!your ass would be very sore by spanks or thighs peeling off by the pinches before she was through with the 'sermon'.

She said this loud enough for the conductor to over hear and he quickly decided to side with her and gave me my change from the note I had given to him. Cut a long story short after paying the fare this lady started giving me looks to suggest i was visually raping her and that the show was over! What angered me most was that just as she was about to alight she turned and asked me. "Who is Steve Jobs". Was this chick for real, sheer daftness or measuring devil?? this made me appreciate my Wanjiku (PM) the more and tonight am going to make endless love with her. Typical Eastlanda ghetto hustler style up (i guess this an art she's perfected every morning), which reminds me no lunch for Mr Sido *sobs* *sobs*hunger pangs!!nkt

The older woman syndrome

The prospect of having dated a much older woman had always sent a thrill down my young stiff spine, i had always wondered what older women especially from the estate thought about me. I remember having fantasies about my mother's friends, but that is a story of another day.

On this particular day I got early from job and decided to hit the 'kalocal' joint, unfortunately Mututho (curse him) said i couldn't use my hard earned money without his permission at my usual spot. I decided to go to the next spot though in the neighbourhood catered for a much classic kind of people but since it was the only spot open and my pocket had substantial strength, I decided to check it out. "Tusker malt warm please". I ordered . The first gave way to the second and before long i had changed tables as the number of empty bottles increased and soon i had forgotten about my usual spot. I found myself sitting next to two gracefully ageing ladies who had been eyeing me suggestively.

My pocket had gradually weakened but this was no problem as I was in some good, loving, capable hands and drinks were not an issue (yah! they were buying what do you think???eish!). At around seven Jane excused herself and left me with Charity , she had taken one too many and after saying she was leaving her in 'good hands' waved a cheeeky goodbye (wished she could have been the greater 'scorer'. )

"You have a lovely nose, it has a lovely bridge", said Charity. That must have been her pick up line because nobody I mean the opposite sex has ever complimented me about my nose and I had always taken it for granted. This made me get more drunk because my fantasy was going to become a reality leave for gathering strength to 'drive' the great 'trela' and no man (i say no man) in that bar was going to grab my treasure under my nose without a fight. At around eleven we decided to head to her home and 'fuck like bunnies' as she put it!

As we were heading to her car I hadn't noticed earlier that she was using a clutch as she was not using it to go to the toilet. I asked about it and she told me she got it after having survived a road accident. Well cripple or no cripple nothing was going to prevent me from experiencing my fantasy after all she had a car and my two legged girlfriend couldn't ride a bike let alone own one!.

I drove her home and we ended up fucking like bunnies cripple or no cripple! While she was taking a bath i decided to peep into her bag for her ID card. That was a wrong move since i found out that she was 25 years my senior, my ego was now abit troden and not as I had earlier on imagined that at most our age difference to be ten years. Either way i still felt 'Thiga has circumcised! maybe more of the beer in me that hadn't died down.

"My husband is going to join us for breakfast anytime", she said. I was about to jump out of my sock (read cd which had really scratched her vajayjay like forever without pouring) When she continued, "Don't worry about him and don't talk too loudly when he comes for he is as blind as a bat". I still felt like Wanjiruing after all.

The confidence in married men

If there're people who have convincing power over our women folk its the married men thats why there's a great rise in mpango wa kandos and generally promiscuity and infidelity. The married man knows what these women want to hear, what buttons to touch and what way to impress and this will always give them an edge. Look around and see who you lost your favourite crush to, "the married man"!

These are  the 'collectors' in campuses some of whom have very stable families and loving wives with all the qualities of a wife like wakathangos but they'll do so just for the thrill of it, ego massage ,adventure and measuring devil of the younger novices. They understand that atimes all these women want is fun which they hardly got the financial muscle to foot (yah all collectors must be financially stable), they'll enjoy your 'kwaria wana' (kiddish talk) and laugh at useless jokes so long as there's alcohol on the table and small small bites. The next thing they want a bite of your josto that you 've been laying down its cv for on the table earlier and definately after the non-ending rounds have taken toll on them.

The other day i went for a reunion with my fellow hi skul buddies that are majorly bachelors, some of them came with their tugirlfriends who by the look of things looked like those that walk with pantie on head when a better competitor presents himself. By being wakathangos i was particularly hyper on this day and i'd get a vibe out of anything mpaka my boys were astonished until one had to ask me, "man what are you using nowadays ? umefunguka sana!?" but i tell them , "i dont drink to talk , i talk to drink and eat, even somebody".

This sure for the fact that i was  a very shy little dude back then, though am still alil shy on certain environmentst (not unless am under something) but much has improved on the physical and the vibe either ni maji ilizidi unga or viceversa! i remember a teacher commenting, "you used to be a very small boy?" and i replied, "yeah back then when i used to fail in simple thing like socializing subjects(read S.E.E).

So as hyper as i am, am able to have my carefree attitude on (express what i feel) despite intimidating environments and conservative crowds. The fact that i contributed nothing to the entire trip and gifts rather it was even my boy Saiga that had suggested i accompany him in his brand new freelander that was majorly meant to impress and sure it did for the majority of colleagues seemed the struggling young career beginners and junior officers at the work place. The tycoon even had the only exclusive privilege to be asked, "What do you do?" by an equally intimidated teacher who taught us Chemistry which we now applying hard in mixing and taking our liqours and alcohols amidst other chemicals majorly meant to make life fun and shyless!

So i would pull a vibe here and there with the few (poor ratio) girls and sure one got too impressed despite being someone's somebody even offered to take off her given t-shirt labelled "homecoming" to me for i wasn't counted there for having done zero contribution. I took it whole heartedly so that i'd go and show the PM so she doesn't read any mischief as she always does.. The relation got quite cosy that if at all there would be an alcohol combination i would have landed afew brows from the insecure owner who wouldnt take it too kindly his person getting snatched.

Now onto the alcohol part, later we landed with Saiga and the visa Dj whom we had also travelled with in the nearby town to down and sample. There another dude who's a born and bred and we were with in the reunion came with a kayellow yellow to our table, as ever the 3rd PILSNER was already taking toll(these up country beers are well cooked)  probably they raised the previous day alcohol, and so i started vibing majorly throwing kidding and fake compliments here and there and telling her i want to keep someone though am married (i never hide this) infact it brings them even more closer. I guess no body wants that that hasnt been loved and they also have a stereotype that we married dont have many shagmates..

The confidence in wakathangos even made the woman want to remain on table as the dude proceeded home despite the convincing he had done , but unluckily for her /them dont realise some thing called a spar of the moment or no string attached. That reminds me of a hairdresser whom i vibe as she works on me saying," haki siwezi ishi bila yeye nitajiua!" after the 'he' had called it quits. Despite the one being talked about being married with children. They remain from mars these persons of out.

The rich too get off balance

"What is it for a man to gain the whole world but loose his soul"?  Good words from great philosophers that go "deep'. In this world that we are all dragged to live in and suffer and later die, and to proclaim that even the comfortable looking do suffer in silence, a poor man will sleep till day break in peace but the rich man hardly get sleep . Social family matters/disturbances are in the norm. One could act arrogantly for the money power and influence over others but deep within they manifesting some stress.

 The other day i was passing by a dingy hotel kinda looking that the only vehicles you'd find parked there are old 'toyotas' but in the vicinity was a nice modern car guess a 'VX' as Ken told me but my question is why would the owner go to such a place of lowlife , is it for the dominance factor that's where he commands respect most for he's the 'tycoon' or something and not go to where his class will be challenged by other massively wealthy people. I guess thats just the culture of we Africans. Just like another philosopher that heads a lowly performing team in England said "give an African a few pennies and he'll flout them all over for everybody to see". Thats even worse when they just don't do it where it deserves!!.

Yesterday as i was watching  the  Hague proceeding presentation on the news because i cant actually stand to watch live the mediocrity presented  majorly by defense counsels and generally the whole thing seems a sham as they try to rip off all evidence provided by the prosecutor as our beloved country men are humbled to levels they haven't imagined they could go to after all the respect they command here, sure that got them off balance.

I was thinking of how life can be unfair to the 'good people ' of society who suffer but at no one point have they lost their souls , they are the people lovers, kind hearted and all the virtue adjectives you could use but these are the people who will suffer most in our society and even before things look up for them, they die. I don't know to say the favorite quote "God is jealous" and he will take these glorified people amongst all the liking, before mankind start worshiping them and forget him.

I say its not fair  so far I've lost two great aunties  whom by the word of it (mostly from the old lady)  they were the nice people she knew one was her age-mate step sister whom their  life seemed to run concurrently (i bet it so happens when you are close to some one) they were of similar age set,  went to school at the same time, married same year to equally senior bachelors , bore sons (me and Nash) same year. This same Nash after many years of separation maybe due to the location factors and marriage we came to meet in the streets of campus. Obvious it was after regular  phone dialects ," ooh my son's there too they can meet, bla bla...." alot that i cant remember brought to our meeting which i treasure to date for the final 'add up of a face' which i had grown up hearing of but now as an adult i could experience her  and family goodness.

 Unfortunate as life may have it my auntie was already a convalescent and her former glory was no more (i could see by the photos) but nevertheless she was still the person i heard of from my old lady and more reloaded, always jovial, welcoming and nice. As fate would have, she  passed on after a long struggle of cancer. The other auntie is a wife to a brother of my old man who for many years she was barren, the huzzy at some point got retrenched from a high flying job, generally another good soul that did not  need suffer in this world and after all that after having had a young daughter finally a bout of malaria gave her the permanent transfer. amazing how life can be so cruel to the good hearted.

Another soul is of a philanthropist auntie, mother to Ken whom by word from the son i get to know she was an open hearted person despite high flying careers with all the providence that she could for a great life for her sons and to the extent of donating land to churches, but an accident claimed her life too sudden when Ken and the twin bro were too young. you can imagine how those left are left wondering why our auntie, why our mother .... of all?? and quite destabilized i may say..! but the will of the almighty has to be done in fact i guess they are lifted to glories lest they succumb to the evils and temptations  of this world. Death can be as sad more so for those experiencing it first hand and more so when its so sudden. but as always life has to go on for those left behind in fact the mantle is on them.

Sexual disorientation!!

Ever been so disoriented from zegz you wonder what is wrong? has someone made your nyees disappear or something?, Even the PM will wonder with you but the usual suspect reason she'll think of is that "Tobiko" is occupying your mind. They'll always suspect infidelity. Why is it that most of our women folk treasure or adore sex (read with their men) whom they have wholly devoted to give the cookie to for its secure and understood by society. Statistics have it that more men are coerced to zegz by their loved ones!.

By the way who is this 'society'? its you and i. I guess the reason they will cry and pester for the zegz even daily or hourly, is for the fact that they believe we men live by sex or something , that that is the only way to show commitment to them, though i suspect others are clever they'll do so to drain your balls and no matter how much that "Tobiko" will want your josto you cannot raise for exhaustion. Anyway this can be contested from various quarters of different experiences, for there are those that are entrepreneural, addicts and cannot go without a josto in their cookies.

Ever wondered if zegz was to last that long maybe like how dogs 'stick to each other' only this time for longer periods like all day, people would never go to work, school or anywhere nor look for food, if at all it would be the only thing in this world. I find myself asking the pm this after a certain duration of disorientation crops in , "kwani sex is the only thing?", while she's there crying, "i want to come,! just the way you make me feel!". I wonder, in her mind she never factors in that something does happen to people , 'God forbid !' paralysis, depressions, or other diseases or calamities of life. in such situations would she still stick by you ? i wonder ,and ask her too.

When a woman knows that she is your weakness and she's gotten into your head, that woman can trample you the way she wants and feels like, thats when a woman will have the guts even to introduce you to her even hotter friends for she knows you are in her box under tight key and lock!. she'll ask for anything, go wherever with whomever she'll feel like and still come back to you amidst open arms, though this is an individual thing, but look around you'll find you either a victim or immediate neighbour is,.. and wonder!!

This gospel according to philosopher Mulama, but also reminds me of similar statement told to me by a person of out in campus days over my boy aty, "Unacheki Dan hawezi enda mahali, anaweza toka tu kwa me kumwambia!" how deplorable situation can a man live by under such conditions??. Thats why the pm will always feel insecure because she's never gotten me emotionally and always feels there's a part of me she's never known and will never be ready to admit or give in, not now that she's still young and in the ages of insecurities, i even dread the day she'll discover this 'many dots will become lines'>>get the drift?!!.

Moreso now that she can be termed as the 'breadwinner' you got to be the 'man' always and play your cards wisely  hata kama ni chini ya meza,. The other day as we pinted with philosopher /hr Mulama who recently met my pm and daug after all those years we've been buddies and i was like "na venye niliwanga nimeficha white?", he was like, "hata me hukufichia!" and we concluded yenyewe in this life you are by your own, whether you feel that you got a spouse whom your life depends on or peroz, they can die who are you left with?? the world !! by yourself and thus, "saa zingine inabidi white ifichwe!"

At times the pm will always share sentiments, "i dont get you at times,?". and my reply, "you are always want things to go your way, do you at times try to get me and my likes and dislikes, so try to reach out to me too and that way you 'll get to know me and my needs not that all the time am the one succumbing to your needs!"

Anyway on other random thoughts, in any case its good to maintain the consistence and persistence inorder to succeed. Do not get into something with the negative connotation ( read pessimism) but optimism that you'll succeed , if former, then there;s no reason to 'try'!!

After what happened(fire tragedy) i pray the almghty, giver and snatcher of life not to snatch mine or my kin in such a cruel manner, what could man have done to deserve this natural calamity i may say (read painful burning alive)??/ its very sad!!

The other day i had an experience of sort of guyz who use smear campaign to get women. After having introduced a buffalo to some 'buddy' the guy in his mind was thinking he'll slice me but in vain, for to begin with, maybe the buffalo had an 'attachment' but me was 'not there' so on realising this the guy embarked on "smear campaign" just like politicians do to gain a mileage (call it kukatia na jina ya wenyewe). This is so backward i say like telling a woman, "you see that guy he screws barmaids, leave him!". they donno that in today's  women like to hear atleast you got experience (who doesn't?)mschew!!.

Screwers of relationships i call them, they donno some of us are bigger screwers, for gaining and loosing friends is all just a part of this life we live in and there's nothing much within our means that we can do, its like death when it comes calling. So whenever i loose one (mostly these are fellow men, particularly of the smear campaign kind and others who'll see me as a threat to their women) am used to that!. I had to put all these random thoughts as they flowed for memory sake and abit deviate from main theme  i hope yah'all can decipher.

I choose to belief what i want!

This a post of many a views and hearsays. Maybe i have never taken a keen interest but i've heard this from three people now, is it that chilli gets in as bitter and irritating as it comes out on the other end?? i ask for clarification from knowlegdeable quarters...Am a fan of chilli but i've never felt it as so, but maybe its one of those things am going to refer to in this post regarding "beliefs"

I notice that the media too has played a big role in society interms of what people belief or is their opinion . Mostly in this age that people are really talking issues openly be it reality, political, religious, emotional and spiritual. People including wakathangos are internalizing on issues that we were earlier made belief but now critics are on the rise pissing off the conservatives. These are the positives of media that its bringing things to the limelight leave for other things with a negative connotation like western kinda cultures that are impacting on our young ones, women folks or even the old. Now folks are coming to accept the music videos aired of nudity, vulgar that they are not about to go away.

I remember my old lady always saying,, "that music is of devil, switch it off in my house!" and that was obeyed immediately but today i hear folks are given punch lines like, "Jesus hasn't released an album as yet, so that you say Jesus' music". Anyway some of those programs i say that raise adrenaline rush or anxiety to a level and then all of a sudden comes crashing for the belief 'its only acting' its not entertainment according to me. This i refer most to the soaps and dramas mostly with a western touch. Others are realities like cheaters that leave you wondering "what if that thing happened to me, i would....." fill in your gaps.

I have managed to ban some of those in my house slowly slowly for why watch whereas i get the drama and realities live live (read from pm) i donno whether borrowed atimes.. Bottomline this media is influencing our society folk in mannerisms, the traditional african culture were replaced by babylonian kind (western)cultures that have overshadowed it so much. Another belief that maybe you would call a stereotypical kind, is of yellow yellows, who to me appear as the african blondes. these are mosly the people i say you'll find in Koinange street and other affluential lifestyles (woiii okuyu).

The yellow yellow(sorry) anyway interms of colour am also one of them, my sisters and bro too but i see they may portray some daftness in them interms of peer, vice and succumb more. This i attribute more to the side effects of western influence which they relate with more because of their skin colour more than our dark counterparts who are more in touch with the african look.

On another issue of belief i say this habit of always putting tribe first should end, this was just a way of "divide and rule" political neocolonialism impacted on us to belief by the political intelligent scheeming elite so as to clinch and stay in power. Why do i put the political touch', the other day a pal tells me that a friend of his' crib got wiped out by a 'girlfiend' and she left to the U.A.E. How can a woman be so cruel especially from the lake?? i ask myself.. maybe its the connotation of when you love one too much the more likely for him or her to do you 'kihibirania(matharao)' and its double more so from a person of out!!

Another story i heard of another persons of the western (read kakamega) community, when the wife died of similar community the sisters to the wife came and chased the husband from their matrimonial home in which they had both serviced loans to build and sire their kids in, in the claim that that was their sister's property and their father supported them too, leaving the man to vacate and start renting a house with the kids who had no choice but to follow their dad whom they knew as the only present guardian,(still in  our courts i hear) I dont want to say more for its hearsay story that you cannot quite side with either party and dont know exact details,this i say "for every one rat you see there're fifty others you did not". Bottomline or moral lesson of the story is, these people are not okuyus by any chance but can do that, so next time you are told of such situations of "kihibirania"(matharao) and ask ,"was it okuyu person?/" know that a person is by him/herself and and depends on being.. great philosopher said , "you got the power of being (recognition is being not doing) it all depends on an individual!!.

I dont know whether i related that relatively to my story but its just some 'food for thought' for those that can decipher.. its called the art of expressing how one feels  and not beliefs that are in most cases in concurrence society's for the sense of belonging. Another lecturer friend of mine as he takes afew at our local becomes a philosopher of his kind who i say contradicts what he lectures (read theology units). He goes like, "those people who preach to us about salvation in the name of going to heaven as if its there, who in the first place told them that everyone wants to go to heaven?/" he he!! talk of a misleader of flocks!!, Continues, "infact the few that go there if at all, are very bored people, aty you wake up and see angel Gabriel there, no alcohol, its boring!!"he he, #amazing..

 In a way i concur because all these things i attribute to colonialism of the mind leave this neo-colonialism we are still in but what the western community brought to us. The missionaries as we read in history came with a gun on one hand and a bible on the other , so they were like take this or the next offer (bullet on head). in that way they were able to impact their westernizaton on us and we started beliefs not that there were no beliefs before, what of facing mount Kenya?? in my view these people were also big intelligent, manipulative, entrepreneural minds.

Even the writers of the same bible, who knows, maybe they coined the characters present like Noah, Abraham, Jesus just like i use characters like guru, philosopher, Ken, Tobiko and others. But whomever the entrepreneurs (call them the authors of the best selling book) they had an insight to foresee the future in their writing. At times i hesitate to hold some of these discussions in situations or among conservatives of sociey lest am branded an 'anti-christ' but am just an open mind who look at things from various perspectives and fail to know why i had to belief something out of impact than your own adult way of reason. Am sure even my old lady if she heard me discuss such she would 'ask me back' in prayers as she has always done, for i say i live by my mother's prayers. but anyway i choose to belief what i want!!.

Grateful privilege

My old man always taught me that no matter what situation one is in there's always another in a worse off situation, this one i dont know if it was to cover up for the 'two months application' thing or it was just meant to console in a way but true. Though it's ever said "do not compare yourself with the failures" but reality takes the better of it, (Reality kills dreamers!)he he. I know many including i at some point in life would ask themselves,"why was i not born in a 'Kenyatta'(for example) family??"

I did not make an application to be in this world but as i quote a fact "God drags us all into this world to suffer and then die", its not fair!! but maybe if born in an affluent homestead you would have it easy, a notion that has not been quite proved even by Wakathango. We all tend to think that money can be an end in itself but you'll find the affluent have their own share of earthly suffering too( including hague).
Another just said "money is an empowerment, makes you call the shots!" another said "whomever said money cannot buy you happiness, did not know where to buy it!!"

I thought Interior kajiado was dusty, rough and tough life until i went to Ukambani over the weeekend to see layers of dust, dillapidated roads that are rocky and hilly, and actually in the backyard of an affluent minister who claims to be a reformer and possesses an influential docket of reforms. What other major reforms that could be other that infrustructure in his own backyard?? i ask myself. Atleast am grateful that in my neighbourhood there're signs of rainfall once in a while and an indicator of wealth.

The other day as i walked on the road amidst some drizzles , there was a man infront crawling on the wet ground, i just had to look above and speak to the almighty,"Whomever you are, lord that makes us all equal before your eyes,whether you live above or hang over every being(i believe mine does for the far i have come), you who gives others legs, snatches other's and denies others am grateful for the privilege. Ever wondered as an able bodied what it is to lack majorly sight, sense of hearing and legs?, for a man i mean both of them three?? you are as good as a dead man walking!.

 Many are the times you will see your pm calling for you to avail yourself immediately for what i guess the companionship (read zegz) and fake an 'eadache', no sugar (the current luxury) and she cannot take the tea on the table without and should bring it immediately?? but only to realise her magic stick is what she was calling out for lest you get tempted to give another of her rivals, it better be within reach. You can dare ask her like i do at times, what if you got paralysed would you still be as essential as you are now?,leave for the financial security you could possess!!.

As i reiterated earlier on on 'appointed time' post, am ever grateful for my present parents , they could not possess the financial muscle of the affluent families we would all wish to be born in but atleast they are not divorced, dead or struggling through legal battles (majorly of property) and exposing their dirty linen in public. I also find myself pitying the kids who are also dragged into those dramas they have no clue of.

 Life is a paradox in itself as wakathango i could be worrying why did i domesticate someone so early in life and procreated ?, whereas there's another asking himself why he did not domesticate earlier and another who is trying hard to procreate in vain? But one thing i have come to learn is never to regret any action as a man (kama mbaya mbaya) whichever mind that made you do the regretable is the same one that has carried you through all situations of wise decision and its all yours.

The other day i was with the 'guru' the one guy i know divorced because of campus girls, though he tells me that he wasn't 'bad' until his pm started growing horns and would go out pinting with her friends at will and never at home for him, but i would not be the person to fault any party in that, but i guess there's nothing that isn't communicable!! Although he's one guy that can rival Wanjohi for his climbing prowess(read interms of numbers), he seemed so disturbed, has cut weight (maybe already suffering from a disease), tells me he hasn't seen his kids in an year only pays fees via an account, he couldn't even drink beer in peace despite him flossing of how he got this, i dont know a harrier, a sports and many girlfriends that were all nowhere in the vicinity.

He left amidst claims it had been a long day and was not quite prepared to rave (the guru talking, moreso on a friday) despite him coming all the way for my 2 beers offer, promised to come the following day with like 3 mamas as he calls them and alot of cash ( a thing i never witnessed). In my microscopic God given intellectual psycho reading i could tell he was a disturbed man, only how i wish despite me being almost his 8year junior i can offer a listening ear (that will not necessarily be written here) and an advisory/ 'feel you' piece of mind. And so i may lack the material wealth for now but am ever grateful for the other privileges i have got including pm and ofcourse the ever present jovial baby girl in my life.

Appointed time

A great philosopher friend of mine told me yesterday of 'appointed time'. Let me start by explaining in his words what that could mean, when your opportunity or breakthrough comes its time to run with it, and no barrier can block it, more like the labour pains, you cant stop the baby from coming. Why do i relate with this, i find myself contemplating about, since now its almost heading to an year being the 'stay at home'  but ofcourse doing things here and there that cannot be termed the least sustainable or longrun leave for awaiting google to approve of my blog and its viewership/readership and post ads, in short adsense earnings small small for the basics, occasional kanyama and fobe and basically assist the pm in raising our small knit family to another level.

Youth empowerment has been in the recent times been taken serious for those that want to and nowadays many a youths in their early 30's and late 20's are thinking of their kahouse, turental and other ventures that are likely to suggest you are a man of means and not by the occasional bar flouting that will leave you scratching head till bald of misuse of funds leave for the msomo you are likely to get from the pm if you are a guy like me. "Unakunywa tu na hatuna hii?/!!" she retorts, can never understand that at times you can do so out of your pocket.

It has been said i dont know whether to call them sexologists or what (amazing how people craft titles and earn a living out of it) that most menfolk tend to marry ladies that look more like their mothers because for me i still feel like the adolescent i was receiving 'msomo' from the old lady after 'messing' and other similarities i note and the instant likeability from the old lady, infact the other day as i called her amidst some hangovers and the missment of both (read mother and father) she told me ,"ndukanahitirie kairetu kau!! niue ndikona kange!!"(never mistake for that lady, you know i'll never see another!!) and i said never ever, apparently mistakes never lack its the spacing out that matters!. so to assure her, i comply, but one thing forever treasure your parents when alive and are there to guide and counsel you with love because many would wish their own were within reach!! this is the kind of stage that you wonna go to your momma's house not like the adolescence that you wanted to get out of your momma's!!.

Why do i relate to 'appointed time'. the other day the pm retorted again ," get up your ass and look for some money, no sitting around!" Obviously from the burden she could be feeling from being the major 'breadwinner' now and chipping in more of a greater percentage since wakathango too can get naughty and take advantage of situations, moreso my two sisters are around and i sure feel her pain. I consolitary found myself replying, "My wealth is not in this world or measured in property but in knowledge and pregnant ideas!" he he!! how true i sounded even to myself i dont know..  I guess i know where this came from , i remember a beer friend of mine tell me, "i like you because you are intelligent!!" thats massaging my ego till now," ...for a man is nothing but ego.", the philosopher said!.

Onto the major theme, 'appointed time',  when my time and opportunity comes am a grab and run faster than Bolt i promise, I have quite been returning myself (gwicokia), why me now the pm's got a job Mulama the former hideskin scrather is doing good, dont make me remember he dirtified table the other day, untill i said "iko sawa," and he also quiped, "in this whole metropolis you are my only friend!" ha ha i felt good(you know am hardly the fav of menfolk for many atimes might see me as competition for their women even those that i cannot contemplate on, like their pms) i dont want the saying 'what goes around comes around' to take place literally,

This man Mulama also is a man with word when he wants to be and i guess these are the guyz including philosopher that i should hang around, he told me the word handsome has meaning leave for the brownskin kinda women interpretation of wakathango but it stands for 'hand has some' i remember "mkono mtupu haurambwi!!"I say the difference between me and 'handssome' is just time and the exact closure of the duration time thats what we refer as appointed time.

One another serious thing i didnt quite deviate on was on the parents am now this guy that has learnt over the years (is this what they call experience??) to treasure his supportive parents more so when you become one, things get more clear, and i dont take for granted their presence in my life and through the guidance i have received from my retired lecturer father and counselling my mother has done despite passing on some knowledge of the ever elusive biochem(read went in through one ear, left through the other). Literature that was my father's major was what i took after and many other character traits including the godpapa cap style that Ken sourveniered me.

At one time in campus when the econs and accounts got tough i thought of quiting to pursue the literature passion but on realising it wasn't a very mature idea like all others including going back to the village and cut nappier grass, i thought hard, will i now become a teacher and i have known the hardships of Kenyan teachers including broken english (this mainly for the science oriented) or what do you take of "When you drink bangi you will die and then start collecting papers!" ha ha, this courtesy of a former mp while a principal at Kagumo.

Other character traits that i dont want to inherit is the denial on technology, i remember am possesing a phone that was previously bought for my father by mother so that he can get his direct messages from his callers and not for her to be told to deliver the messages in the evening some of which were urgent. You know my father is one that does not entertain baggage, aty you start calling him asking for i dont know what  without two months prior notice, that is yours!!. If you want to reach him get to mother and the message will be delivered if he wants to reach you he'll get a phone booth or bureau, so he declined the offer and now the phone has trickled from my small brother soon to graduate from pri school and manhood, sisters who have graduated to better phones(you know sisters can have their way)and now to me. Funny how the 'graduate' word is used for granted now, back in the day my UON alumni father tells me you got paid and fed just to be in campus! and so enough respect. 

Of a thousand for afew coins change

Amazing how the Kenyan shilling has lost value, back in the days not so long ago we would go out with a 500 Kenyan shilling note and would have a kanyama and at least five beers to take you to another level, but now 500 is just some pocket change. To be called a 'man of means' you got to be walking with afew thousands as your own pocket change!! Some not so old geezer once told me corruption is what cost Kenyans a cheap lifestyle, after the angloleasing scandal that's when even the usual bread price rose from 15/= to around 20/= and the tread has been going on, call it 'us paying for crimes of others (read the mighty)'.

Over the weekend i got a call from the 'chama' treasurer, who wanted to dissolve the chama because rumour has it that he is 'eating' our money. This on a Friday, what a perfect day to dissolve it since mbele nyuma i had 100/= which i had previously conned the chumed pm for i don't know what, maybe credit and there was a reunion drinking excuse for the former Kaggzerians '03 pupils in a lounge in town. An information that i had got earlier from the all to familiar' keep in touch media" (read facebook) that facilitates even those that you wouldn't want to keep in touch with..

This one i was so willing to attend not until i realized there was minimal commitment and plus why go to town while in the metropolis on this season is quite looking up, especially now that good looking buffaloes are around i guess from hi skul, and infact one had just planted a date very conveniently!!, but not one of the under 18s ofcourse! I arrive at the 'Kamukunji'  very fast to find the other 'active' member Mr lion's already arrived to get his share, this Mr Lion is another that will tell you on your face 'you have stolen our money!' So i meet the treasurer sweating and pretentiously mad that he has been called a thief and no matter the pleas i made that atleast we should save save and dissolve in dethemba when the money will be a bit more for the festivities.

The treasurer refused to be a handler of anymore of our money for false accusations  and so being a signatory to the account we head to the bank for the wipe out. process fast without any bureaucracy until i wonder, true banks have really changed and soon our money is in our hands ready for division. First the balance according to the treasurer's books were not tallying with the account's!??. With problems Mr lion and i being the most active and founders of the group manage to get our share and leave the treasurer scratching his nyees wondering where the money to pay the rest passive members with, will come from.

Straight we leave for nyama choma to thank ourselves for the record breaking savings that we have done for six or so months leave for the premature dissolution for we had all planned the financial year would come to an end on Christmas. I call Tobiko another buffalo that has always been asking for nyama but she is in bathroom or something and live in the wilderness so by the time she arrives Mr lion and i have wiped the kg of burnt, so i part with bhajia not to make the arrival useless. Before i am mixed further and start throwing the overpriced bottles at the buffalo, for now Mr Lion has to leave to close his job first, i remember my shoe is now beating too much and a renewal is needed very fast , i excuse myself and rush to the nearest stall for a brand new renewal, true Christmas came early on that day.

On the stall as i bargain adamantly another buffalo fixes a date very conveniently as if it had known i was now a man of means ( read walking with afew thousands in my pocket). by the time i bought the shoe i already started feeling  a big hole created for even the bargain wasn't as effective for Tobiko was around still trying to monitor how much i had and asking vehemently for the nyama i called her for. Shortly am on my way to meet the date leaving my old shoe and tobiko nagging there. I had missed this one and so it was all worth it.

 After taking all my good time i still find it waiting for me and i dearly appreciate the wait. Onto our favourite local i ask for those double doubles of black ice (the remover of pant) and my usual PILSNER. This time i break another thousand and what was put on my palm as change shocks me ,almost afew coins. I felt my ration will diminish there there and there was no point of going to the city aty for the reunion, more so Saiga my tycoon also a former kaggzerian had already indicated wont make.  So its either impress the buffalo there or run and keep my diminishing ration to last me all weekend. Luckily or unluckily this one i don't know for being a 'hino' and even the second was left half empty! *sobs*.

Events happen and it has to go home and i have to pay its cab money for it lives in the wilderness too, impulse budgets continue and i pay my 3/4 share to be dropped in another joint 'Juanco' that i loved very much and she proceed and cough the rest., this ofcourse after lighting alot of fire that it could not extinguish,( i felt like looking for a trapper with no baggage). I enter Juanco and realize these days it has beaten too much and leave for the adjacent 'mabatini' where beer is at least 10/= or 20/= cheaper. there i meet a 'godfather' of ours (this man while in campus once  housed us, me and the pm), after a long binge drinking and we continued friendship from there maybe because he lived and worked in a barracks that had easy access to cheaper quality beer!.

 Pleasantries exchanged and he tells me am in his now 'growing up' backyard and he's on leave after coming to bury his father. This man is quite a character too he will take peeps half his age to his digz and tell his equally furious mama to put food for the impromptu visitors (these are our children he says!!) i wondered on the first day how good he could be and we sure went to his place with alot of fears, maybe our privates will get chopped off or he wants to have my pm and there's nothing we could do. I threw afew at his local and he tells me "baba' lets go home you say hi to 'Mama Kevo'. He has a son Kevo almost our age that had been told earlier to escort us to stage after the impromptu sleep over and we bonded .

So i say why not if the first day my nyees were not cut why now? He tells me that his hood is just behind the locals but i realize its miles away in the 'wilderness' after we set off, this i guess i agreed after realizing my pocket now was badly depleted. We negotiate sharp corners and hills until i pant my fat out all along him ( calls himself Simba ya Kajiado, after afew pilsners) holding a stick to scare away the lions just incase they appeared, true mlevi ni wa Mungu!. Finally we reach his hood and am given a room to lay my heavy drunk head on after exchanging some pretentious pleasantries with his pm. This room despite my drunkenness is as cold as it can get in the wilderness, i sleep in full combat which i rarely do for the cold is too much and the single blanket cannot quite help. I snore it away soon comfortably for am assured am safe and my nyees will be intact tomorrow of that day.

Tomorrow we waited for Kevo to arrive for his weekend off until i gave up and left ofcourse with a kaburungo from the shamba to take to the PM who as i realized was very familiar with this couple they even felt they midwifed the relationship and thats why its still surviving that's why i call him 'godfather'. He tells me with the kaburungo of afew sukumas and maize cobs will make the 'msomo' i get from the pm who'd already started to call to know my whereabouts will be minimal. I had told her am with him earlier and the tone on phone had improved, with the surety that i wasn't with another buffalo(thats their only or do we say greatest fear?) for i gave him my phone to tell her that too.

I also wonder what is this urgency that the pm will always call you with to be home whereas there's nothing of importance or its for the missment of the 'magic stick'?/ or unknown fears(read another buffalo). What if you came back without 'the center bolt'? he he! you would be as good as dead!! So i go home later to her welcome more for the luggage i had promised than me, but i see it fit to let her have some share of my savings and i tell her "mama i got afew here and i want to take you dancing!". This after breaking the vow of never going to bar together for we are now parents and should stay with the baby, but now that the aunties are around to stay with her why not and also cover up my mistakes.... After that weekend i must be very loved for the outing i took her two days mfururizo, >>>>> i just got a bamba 20 sambaza now now! ha ha

Buffaloes!!

I coin this name referring to persons of out, this i acquired from an old geezer bar friend of mine and sure i guess it has a good reference, talk of the many extended and distended features of anatomy the female creature possesses just as enormous and the drama too. Anyway am just a young man wanting to have fun whenever with not much care and emotions because life is never that serious, no one gets out alive anyway!! I say this because buffaloes have really shown me this past weekend.

Being wakathangos with the money constraints i cannot afford strings attached with any other buffalo except the pm you can guess all the commitment(read money) that is their main driver or what do you take of the many buffaloes hanging out in social joints targeting anyone who'd seem to have the muscle to provide the extras, so if you are the wanjohi that do not mind flouting with money in bar you sure got to get laid. What a weekend it was as eventful as it can get,, being a blackout Friday plus the baby with the aunties, why not do the obvious 'obvious' being there's no other pass-time i know like getting sloshed. so i begin early enough as you know the mututho thing has been such a flop in the hood(metropolis).

Youth men like i really know how to pass time meaninglessly for you'll never lack quorum in the dens. Cup here cups there amid mind boggling giant stories including ,"why didn't the dinosaur enter the ark, did Adam and eve have other sons and daughters, were there sisters, where did the next procreation come from is it that it was a result of incest??"and many more controversial vibes. As adrenaline rush anytime another member enters the high court, i call it so because of the set up, there's a cage where beer is served, seat for the prosecutor (read sina taabu), jury and washtakiwa seat, the witnesses come for a flush down with the judge and leave immediately.ha ha that was a funny setup kind of hallucinious scenario. When a witness comes in through the single door adrenaline rushes for it could be the men in blue ready to make a quick buck.

It goes on for a while till dark with no incidence leave for the random chats, barmaid here there and the 'brown skin' wakathango enjoying the spotlight whenever possible. Soon its time to meet with my tycoon Saiga at Reminisce for some better looking ambience. This after conning the pm some few for security you know you never know with Saiga he can leave anytime and you stranded but this time its not his favourite eastlando. He tells me his pm 's heavy and wants him home you know how some of them are they'll either resent you the owner of 'work' or want you even closer , and the muclimbano is the sweetest then so never deny it, its without consequence for the greater damage is done.(reminiscing good 9 Mons)!

 I let him leave after dropping me in town and leave a few at a new joint Salt i guess that look like a hall leave for the few lighting this must be a conference hall when anti-mututho hours are on. Anyway this' where the fun's really at i meet some certain speckle of the club by speckle i don't mean the drop-deadest but the ugliest(i don't find another better word for the real picture), size enormous, Achieng kind,  looks not at all but something makes me talk to her i think its the self redeem of esteem, and you know as ever the ugly one's accompanied by another that wonders how the hell i spoke to her friend while she's the model kind yellow yellow  but answer so simple her its too 'obvious!

I want to know how this big girl or woman, am not sure is so confident to dance in front of people or the beer is taking toll. I also add her another of her poison to tell me more this time the 'model''s beckoning for her to snob because it can never be true that some one leave for wakathango is hitting on her. Self esteem boosters are thrown here and there most of them fake for its more of beer talking. By then its  in the wee hours and many a reveler have gone and the lights are on.

I meet this guy that tells me , "when i grow up i want to be like you!! ha ha, this obvious is a mockery for I've picked the ugliest leave for the many tu yellow yellows and hi skul ones available. He also quips am the guy that can get anyone. In the midst of the wee hour drinkers is 'Davu' a homeboy i haven't seen in a longtime. Emphatic pleasantries are exchanged and we all get together me his friends and my newly acquired ones the ka yellow yellow and the ugly friend who now believes am really serious. We being now the sayers of the city leave for a few elderly looking women in a nearby table (is this the 'empowerment' or its the usual 'wafatari' that don't get lucky because of competition??? i wonder aloud)

We are the only ones left in the bar. Soon the tables are empty and the bouncers want us to leave, We all haggle up our drunken bodies in search of another joint, this i guess is well known by the 'city guyz', you know me leave in another metropolis self contained one that needless take me to the big city aty for a few. fun is well available in the doorstep. Eureka is the place to be for wee hour/morning drinkers like i and 'hinos' that don't get enough and money is still itching them. Here other guyz are also banging on the door and one seems familiar with the proprietor and we are all ushered in . Beer here beer there and soon the drama start to unfold. The 'buffalo' starts to attach feelings and says that I've ditched or dissed her looks i cant quite know which, the yellow yellow starts to say i messed her friend, 'now what is this!!" before long the yellow yellow is holding my color aty to leave her friend.!

Within minutes if i hadn't acted fast i would have suffered major embarrassment (getting beaten) Defense mechanism plus temper rise fast and i swing my powerful right i guess on target but the men are quick in action and all i remember is a badly bruised jacket and condemns later "never hit a woman" from the same guys that would be collected under the table laughing at me if tables had been turned on me. The screaming continues and the buffaloes are escorted out, leave for the small worry from proprietor and i  "what if they get the men in blue?"ha ha!

 Soon another buffalo emerges i don't know if its to congratulate me for wading off the competition or was just waiting for the opportunity to join the table that seemed to have promising 'tycoons', i remember meeting a Kandindi guy??guess he reads news or something..... ah i don't know, i think i made his prospect yellow yellow leave and he left too before we bonded well(good chance to network lost).

I tell the newcomer buffalo  "karibu sana" and next i remember leaving we three and Davu to his hood Zimmer for a continuation of the drinking, i remember being told by the buffalo, "by the way nalipisha c utanilipa?? baas twende!" sounded more like a rhetoric question that i don't know if i bothered answer. Never paid and i don't see why i should ever pay for muclimbano, drinks yes!"

 I meet my other brother 'Mr bones' whom we hadn't seen for long too in the same hood, and the many beers he had kept for me wouldn't come at a better time. we hit the localz ( beer is better than this buffalo that seems bonkers too). Drama again after the buffalo swallows a few it starts crying "ooh i want to go to school, ooooh my husband ,oooh my child", now what is this!! we ignore it until it catch matatu and leaves or disappears mysteriously and the drinking continues. Nowadays for the pm is at work even on Saturdays i don't get pestering calls until she gets home in the afternoon to find am not in yet. some threatening thrashes here and there that am used to and i convince am only with Mr bones my neighbour in village that she knows is not a 'very' bad influence. I survive till late until the sleep is more than overwhelming and its time to get back to the metropolis. Rains cats and dogs but all i remember is in some other buffalo's sheets snoring it away till dawn. No more incidence not even muclimbano, no "its never that serious!!"

When money becomes the only thing.

Cut me some slack here,, I have been the stay at home, allowed the pm to be just pm and with the TPS but all am expected to be is the stay at home and loose my life??? no!!refer to the music by a certain genious reggae man, "imagine>>men washing the dishes?, women going to work, tere re reren and ..............and poor fellows like me walking across the stage in a bikini, imagine>> woman president......." sing some more............But today i'll talk more about the money  factor.

 I can remember at some point in life asking my own mother where the companionship, for greater or for worse, for richer or poor cliches said in weddings go to after, so that in all your complaints about dad its always the money factor?? Or what would you make of, scrolling payslips, showing me the firstborn, and exclaiming,"niwona kiria thoguo aearnaga na no johi, guku tukiria githeri!!?"(you see what your father earns and its only beer here as we eat githeri). Ofcourse this after accessing a certain drawer that she herself must have thought never opens and drawing the slips..

Ofcourse it goes the proverbial, 'like father like son', and yes am not proud of that behaviour and i promise to improve on where my father left with some encouragement ,  motivation and no putting down for a man can get to whichever level you want him, what i call work in progress. My mum has always taught me its bad, poor picture , to come home with bones for the dog without any meat for the family.

We cannot deny this that our mothers are the greatest pillars of our lives if they want to be, (some i guess just opt the easy way out and fail to provide their children the best in life  including fatherly love for they seek divorce in satisfaction of their own selfish gains. What of perseverance that you proclaimed infront of crowds hypocritically, this for those that have been taken 'down the aisle'. No judgemental here but what do you explain of the many a politician women, heads of civil societies, FIDA women that are divorcees, 'singles' in quotes, imagine woman prezy??, Is it that money or status make them or lead them. i tend to feel so  because you'll never hear a prezy's wife has ran but another goon's will, goon because you should never loose your manhood no matter. When they get status and the man's pulling it down by maybe being of lesser money or status. Even a woman whose got status via huzy no matter the problems will put up even when she knows there's too much competition(read mpango wa kando), . other than loose her status she better nurse her tears on that expensive pillow. Props to those that do.

 This reminds me of some humourous period in this country of ours Kenya that the women federation had suggested a zegz hunger strike on 'their men' in quotes 'their' because some of them are the above named and if they get it is by hiring another goon to satisfy their zegsual needs (tell me one without this i'll show you one that was not created!?). They dont know that we had even more right to visit "sue Maisha" on a regular basis or either the mipangos got a car!!, for they know what buttons to press(women got the influence , men authority), make a man feel like one where pms fail, ego massage, treat him like a king he is and dont put him down for again he can go to the level you want him to get when the patience runs out.

Women on the other hand love the zegz even more and i feel all they need is the 'security' to have it and without interfering with the P.R part of it like they wonna have it anywhere anytime so long as the jonesses or friends wont label her a slut. This obviously is one sided for there're those carefree and go-getters either for money or zegsual needs with the notion, "why keep a cow whereas you can get the milk in the shop?".

This situation i find myself after the pm received her first paycheck. I find myself now become the broke ass but when we were both jobless life was better . Now the status changes moreso the shopping doubles, whereas the rent which by her own will had promised earlier in the beggining of work life she'll take a greater proportion in regarding to the little ration i got spared for rent, only to know better. truelly a woman's motto is ,'My money is mine, yours is ours'. Thats why they'll accept a lowly paying job because they know a man somewhere will take care (kazi kwetu).

Anyway cash will always deminish in mysterious ways but its no problem, it comes and goes but for them its 'the only thing.' The talk too changes becomes, "you see Rahab the secretary? she's so jealous of me because madam now seems to favour me more  and suspects i get more." no longer the Nyambura of market and Dorothy who'd become too familiar " have raised the price of tomato and my favourite avocado.. Snoping what other people could be earning, noting the office women rivalry and knowing what camp to be in and other things i doubt can add a coin in one's pocket.

Why do women just want to know?, or its rumour collecting?, I guess more the latter for i have met some that will try put words in your mouth. Anyway as i reiterated earlier on "beneath the sun" post divorce has not been the better option,  for the many, for the chidren suffer and for those driven by third parties even worse. The grass being greener means you got to mow it too! (na utapata hufuliwi ngotha huko!)

The episodes of a drinker

When you are an 'occasional' drinker like i, occasional in quote being considering the stay at home cannot be a DDO (Daily Drinking Officer) for the money constraints. How do you afford to be one and unga price is KSh 152?! me wonder, but anyway i know some can afford it by the nature of their work. What of that guy in a government office who's paid a bribe of 2000/= for every certificate or so that he puts a signature on. This is so out of his monthly income and the service is supposed to be free for Kenyans but being the cultural practice of many being either in government sector or private, its the norm. The private can be heard crying out loud at times of how corruption is in the government but they themselves are just a replica, talk of money changing hands for employment or if not, your body is the substitute, to gain tenders from the same government, money changes hands to gain an edge of competition and many other forms you can name, but we are trying, arent we?/

 I cannot be any exception because in many an instance we have seen this take place under our noses but turn a blind eye, in instances its our own folks that have done it on our behalf and we know it, talk of going to get an identity card , admission to a school, criminal cover up and such. So a great party can  maybe shorttermly afford the lifestyle of the rich, for sure it is shortterm for the easy come easily goes.

Now onto the occasional episodes of a drunk, by the way no episode is bigger than another for they always compliment each other, camouflage or overshadow a previous. I dont know whether to start with a current one  or the major major that i can recall some i dont  feel so proud of but can just be said by wakathangos.

It was during campus days when, remember Chris of "how it all began" post? chris was this campus roommate whom was and is still my boy, on one of such drinking days we got to go uptown on a Saturday and unlock there for the previous day we had done too much of local and were not lucky either of different persons of out and infact his pm then and mine now had spoilt the party and appeared only to want to spend the night indoors.

By saturday afternoon he had managed to convince his to go home or more by the fact that she lived home whereas mine who stayed in a nearby "nun" hostel that has been known to produce people of out that are of the contrary, i guess this is where Wanjohi used to bring chicken in exchange of "muclimbano"?. I had always caused issues with the pm if she continues to live there and get influenced by many a girls, she can as well forget me. I tell its like a girls high school, even now as i came to learn over the weekend. In that hostel its not a wonder that trappers of sabina joy and Koinange and the like cum students live there, we actually witnessed this on one boyz night escapade episode with Chris Timo and others.

So for my "hate" in quotes of the  lets call it "nuns hub" and also for the pm's idea of 'kuniweka bumpa' for she's intelligent enough or was experienced enough to know what takes place in a boys night out might leave her in the cold as you'll discover that she had just as much right to keep me bampa. On this day she refused to go back to 'nuns hub' and said she has to come along, ofcourse reminded me that the last time i left her in our crib (me and chris) i came back all swollen and wasted ,In the name of making sure i'd be safe on this particular night , (probably also another episode i should narrate). so she made sure she had Chris on her side, to accompany us.

Why and how pms do this?, they'll in most instances want to be close to your best buddy and if they succeed to be you are more likely to feel insecure about this, secrets are and do get exposed. In other instances it ends up into 'something' between the two in many a relationships. The pm will want to be getting updates on what you did when she was not around(evem before you knew her), and you know we all have a character trait of verbal diarrhoeaing no matter how we deny. So a boy's girlfriend will pretensiously befriend you to get to know the boyfriend better, but in most instances dudes have taken the opportunity and confused the girl and lay her in claim that thats what her boyfriend does when they go out or when she's not there, like one was told,"achana na huyo ako juu ya mwingine sai, so lets tit for tat".

In other instances it has worked and thats how many a persons of out end up being a cycle girlfriend from one friend to another. Back to the episode , i gave in and said why not, we could go if at all she 'll ensure that a supply of some of my beers will come from her. We hit town small small, later It was in this "psyz' of promiscuity that i met "the guru" this is another character that has no respect of people of out in bars and he knows they are there for free beer and a lay by other men whether they are married like him or accompanied he can do anything to snatch your yellow yellow, he'll even start stories of how you had an orgy together and make your person uncomfortable or mad and later approach.

So in this psyz i tell you is where promiscous person like guru like to meet the equally good persons of out. We sat in a round table Chris Guru and the pm and nearby sat a group of three persons whom one had a tremendous behind that kept me salivating. say it more driven by my two hungry companions(read peer). Chris was already venturing elsewhere, that would later land him in troubles. actually he had approached a person but later saw another that looked like sun and ditched the previous. On seeing this the other removed her shoe and went to where he was borrowing in a corner and with the heel attacked him shouting," huyu ndiye umeona mzuri kunishinda??eeeh/!"this left him with a swollen node on his armpit as he was blocking the blows.

Truelly whomever named that joint psyz must have known alot of psychoz will frequent there too. on top of not lacking someone to close you 'll not lack an incidence of the sort either of yellow yellow snatching, i say yellow yellow because in most instances they are the dumbest and causes of such. In the meantime as the beer which the pm kept constant supply as agreed took toll and also punishment for dragging herself along on a boyz out, i was getting lessons from the guru. Actually i had met this guy at our local campus joint where he was a frequenter to rokota campus girls and take them to his hood and marital bed. He had chased the wife and kids inorder to have a better escapade and not use money for lodging.

As always he was looking for his takeaway and definately peer pressure was taking toll on me. the person with the great thutha was obviously aware of my eye watching and was doing it so seductively nearby. With my beer and the devil within i approached quite clear of the presence of the pm, but why is it that when you are accompanied you'll see others that look more better than who you are with and are  too willing but when alone you will definately get a shrug or a snob here and there from whomever you are targeting.

The pm was previously used to this behaviour and no cause of alarm for being a good dancer i always liked the challenge of a better dancer on the floor and would always go for a contest with the person of out, but mostly it was accompanied by muclimbano thought but pm took it innocent and so it was on many an occasion that we had gone out dancing apart from this. This is an exercise that after becoming the official pm has since stopped, for now i know better 'they never forget your behaviour in bars' and that's why she'll cause issues whenever you sleep out for she 'll definately know you were with 'the competition'. This' what i alluded earlier in 'beneath the sun' post, that when you court someone for a long time that you intend to get serious with you give her room for insecurities in the future by your previous behaviour, so its better to avoid for again they never forget.

The bonding grew with the person and we kissed small small maybe small because the pm now came and pulled me away. I pretended we were actually leaving and i was only pecking the person goodbye and so we went out of the club. On reaching out i remembered what i was leaving behind to be with the 'unlimited' and ofcourse she was already too willing by the manner of mumumunyo i received, i pretended i was going back for my forgoten jacket to which pm was holding and went back and kissed some more, this time i got a violent pull again and the beer dissolved and i knew trouble i hadn't bargained for will arise. By this time things were happening very fast and Chris from his ordeal and guru too was not getting lucky either we decide to leave to another venue. I left my person of thutha with number, to 'fight ' another day.

i guess i'll dedicate a post to respond to queries i often get like," Are you sure you did not accidentally find yourself in that domestic relationship?" I only respond, "we are from far!". I'll tell you of how i convinced her to leave 'nuns hub' after that and move in not necessarily illegal immigration. But this most motivated by the unlimited accessibility for many a times while drunk i'd call her to leave nuns hub very late at night to join me whenever i was not 'lucky' to which was impossible. Last weekend i was at a neighbour's house for another drink episode and i ended up sleeping on the sofa all night only to be awoken in the mornng by calls, i get my stuff and move to where i had found greener pasture. My first thought was, i wish i'd slept on someone rather than the sofa so that the insinuation would be for a course?!! I chose to tell more on the 'psyz' episode for it has been the haunting of the insecurities the pm habors. keep here for more.

Beneath the sun

 I have been telling you more about pm but i also got other stories that i guess the title should have been "my vet part 2". if there's anything i'd would not wish to undergo in this world is to be under the strong arm of the law be it aty divorce, separation where am sued for my greatwall, no! I have come out of it to think that i'd separate with her i go looking for some better comfort! Think of it and also get it, the grass being greener on the other side means you have to mow it too. so compare some relationship to that of your boss, its a dislike r/ship but you dont quit you persevere or ignore because that's your livelihood, of which also this domestic partnership can be, not love only, you cannot eat love?!. so before calling quits weigh options and write them down if cons outweigh the pros (very rare) then do it.

I think i would convict  myself if my conscience told me am going against the law.  be it aty striking 'haki yetu', demonstrating ati 'ongeri must go', no or never!(this' more motivated by the consequences). I dont say that this is breaking the new dispensation but 'the arm of the law' has always been the blue uniform guyz(police) in harrassment of the inferiors of society. ever wondered why there has been unheard of conviction of the powerful and mighty  in society in this country of ours kenya? Untill hague came knocking and thats when the common person may see as if the justice they wanted has finally arrived for the masters of impunity ever since the crafters of this 'liberation movement' continued from where colonialists left and are majorly 'crafters' because the real people who fought for independence are the languishing and poor whereas the elite that had seen ahead of the warfare, in waitance after the 'stupid' have done the dirty job they come in to enjoy the cake(just like the post election violence). This' quite genious hyenas and gifted from god(in life i believe there're those that are gifted to colonize people's mind or what would you explain the loriondo saga?)and many more we have seen take place under this sun.

By the way that brings me to media because that's the main place i can claim to see things , we have been shown of places that man eat man as food, (remember tribe where Bruce on ktn was showing us such places like guinea?) but not going so far onyancha was here. That makes me beg the question is this muheshimiwa i see on tv(ktn), ofcourse has been my main tv station that has not dissapointed interms of(kushika network au mitambo wega of all the tu-aerials i have bought to enjoy a diversity, i guess digital will make it easier), maybe if i had the clear view of the hyped citizen , i'd be an addict being a 'stay at home'). This does not show that i live in a kajiado noo!! but ooh i said it but a close metropolitan city i call mombasa ndogo. Here i guess even the koinange women must live in plenty i tell you here is happy, i have seen many of my colleaugues wasted here and have never cleared campus, despite being from affluent families and neighbourhoods not like son of village but here people that send people to campus i went to, must have a kasomething or atleast they are from those who left the respectable title of councillor in my village and earned the respectable term of town 'hustler' like me. This is really a term that one may think is quite general or has been misused in many occasions, even a minister's son or highest shareholder in a multinational co. will tell you that, "am hustling". That cannot at all be recognized by the son of village for i know many a parents who have already rimirad(farmed) for their kids to enjoy the goodies of life, but for me who knows his retired lecturer father and high school teacher mother the only kurimira they have actually done for we is to send the six of us to school the 8-4-4 sytstem that was previously the key to a good life according to them( i thank them for it for i can do this) but  it was previously too hyped about, that with grades  you concur the world, but this is all true to some extent because even the partakers of this country then were an elite brought forth by some colonial lessons.

So onto those things that happen beneath the sun including ,"beheadings in kirinyaga", "by the way did i ask is this mheshimiwa program a mediocre or is this the life of the mighty and powerfull in society with the special gift i said? i would not completely name it mediocre because i do not actually know how they live but the real zablons and abby can tell us?. leave for those maybe deported to other countries to never realise how the parents live or make their lives good. I have really come to feel for some of these politicians life, especially kids, part of what they potray to us is just a great reflection of what we are as society (imagine your father always accused as the maize thief and you sure partook it, what you explain to other kids who most often will diss you in school) That is why you'll see ordinary people given power will never be the same even activists given power will never perform as par what they were cry baby over before to under performance, but again we might not know, maybe these people are theatre people who use that as a stepping stone to greater levels. talk of other elites.

One thing i'll always say is that there's more than meets the eye. thats why i say even if those things that Bruce showed us on bbc were acted then the actors must have a point of reference?(read society). Back to pm issues, let not steer away too much from the theme of blog, you know there are those instances when the zegz is not at par. by the way zegz is good, zegz is bad but always great with the one you love. Back then we used to adore it when it was limited but now i know better. Ofcourse it gets better by the day but this does not leave the chances that it will not be at par atimes. This i'll say from my own point of view, i guess this' what Getty says on connect, kind of a "plateau" and you need to give your body a break from the zegz inorder to make it crave for it. It can be monotonous. More so when you live with one with T.W.S.(Typical wife Syndrome). i was actually talking to pm the other day and realised she really suffers from this, things i did several years back are still so vivid and will be kept relevant to present day deeds. i guess these are problems of courting for too long too, you give room for one to get insecure in the future!.

I love this joke,  wife: " you see the bull zegzes for 3000 times a year, you should borrow from it!!". Husband:," did you confirm if its with one cow?" On such instances of plateau, which i guess can atimes just be a state of mind, maybe when overwhelmed by other things like work, "mpango wa kando" yes! or other things that necessarily not infidelity. I guess what the pms capitalize on most is that another woman is occupying your mind thats why your "josto" is falling falling in the act, but could be a small thing like you start to think of your tree falling just when you about to climax and pap! it happens. i know its great dissappointment to the ladies. I'll post advice i heard from a speaker today, to many including pm whom i know will come across this, "A man is not the same man you knew years back he's a work in progress(read growing) and everyday is a developing manhood day".

The ups and downs of the stay at home huzy

Did i mention 'ups' maybe the only ups is staying at home when its very cold and rainny without any repurcussions leave for the regular blackouts that have really hindered my typing. Last weekend i just typed a post copied and just as i logged in to post, electricity losted away with my paste.  I felt so demotivated to retype and i had to gather all to do this. That already is a down for the stay at home husband. Though it has not got to the deplorable conditions i've heard of, whereby the pm arrives late at night and when you question her whereabouts, "If you worked you would know such things as company parties!", is the likely answer but no!.

I have acquired various initiatives like making the bed-9to which she remakes), going to the market, changing diapers and all that previously i had all reason to evade but now its more of a duty than a favour according to the pm. In the name of making her work easier so that when she comes home she'll not find a backlog of undone work. Our pms really don't get it, we like an applause for the single thing we do not an award of a point in wait of assessment of others that according to them we should do, so when i wash the dishes am told "oooh you washed the dishes but you didn't...". On occasions where time just runs faster(i've realised this is it, day hours when you just home run faster than when seated somewhere swinging with chairs waiting for govt hours to be over), on such occasions i dont wash them, the retort is ,"umuthi gutiri undu watida ugika?/!(today there's nothing you've done eh?!)more of an exclamation than a question.

 I have really got sucked to the routine of wake up at 8 after the pm left like an hour and a half earlier, tip toe out of bed lest the sumbua baby who still shares the bed despite being almost two years, hears me and follows suit as usual. Relax having breakfast watching the midmorning show, in anticipation to see my face and daughter's on screen like what happened on a fathers' day week, i guess it was friday and the ktn midmorning show was recognizing fathers, and there our faces appeared,  with that i gain motivation atleast i appeared on tv for what i do. Meanwhile i cross fingers that the baby  does not wake up untill, 9:30 or 10 (never goes past that). Porridge session awaits as she wriggles here and there soiling me as well, diaper changing follows then its time that she's used to go out and becomes all too stubborn. at times i respect her demands atimes i don't, and log onto the computer to see any messages(probably from potential employers) /updates on my emails, facebook and twira at the same time tracking her movements in the house with the usual,"wacha!! wacha!!" exclaims every now and then.

At times i do the typing or chatting as i cut nyanyas and vitunguus in the kitchen whilst checking her but she sure does get ahead of me, moreso when am too carried away on the computer like the other day she ate up all the raw nyanyas for the obvious omlet, leaving me with no choice but back to the local vender to buy some more. You know that popular campus fast food cannot be without tomatoes.. after lunch is bathing the baby, force her to sleep literally an exercise that couldn't be offered my patience and on many an occasion uncle Nash is in the vicinity to do the usual, put her to bed. By that time am panting on the sofa catching breath for the baby washing is an exercise in itself, mara she has ran all over naked as i fetch the towel,( i didn't get those lessons, that all things should be ready before), i find myself doing everything in a rush, get the soap, water, vaseline, powder all in different corners of the house.

Sure mothers need a heavy salute for the hard work they go through to raise kids( talk of mother, no words of gratitude can match up her bringing me to this world on this day and persevering all the pushing in the morning, love you momma!), its just too overwhelming but they never give up( i.e most) That reminds me of common phrases i grew up hearing from the old lady like, "o uguo ujikaga noguo ugekwo!"(what you do unto me is what shall be done unto you!). "modo niagathenio ni make"("everyone shall be disturbed by his or her own troubles!"). Mothers should just not say some things to their kids no matter how much its a reality lest it turns into a curse in later years, for you know :the power of the tongue:. Maybe it wasn't to happen that i'll be in a position to be disturbed by my own but her constant reminder has also been edged in me leave for having been told this in the early adolescent stages of rebellion but its still so vivid. I guess in such circumstances we should just let nature take its course and let kids know for themselves instead of pre-empting or cursing.

Back to the routine, the baby will on several occasions wake at 4 or 4:30 to a cup of porridge, don't forget its spoon to mouth, and when the time allows or uncle Nash is around, i wash the dishes in awaitance of the pm to relieve me :off duty:. Basically that's wakathango's day. The other day i thought i was to be relieved the duties by a woman the pm employed to be doing the days' work and leaves when pm arrives. This was more motivated by forces that would also want me somewhere doing another job, they did not pay for a baby sitting course in campus and sure the peroz on both side, who had earlier offered to take our daughter to live with them so that we "hustle" properly, but the pm due to the first born attachment cannot hear any of it.

On monday the woman who was to take over arrived early while daug and i were still asleep, and tagged along was her own daughter who's an year my daug's senior but height and weight even less. I woke up and ushered them in and then proceeded back to bed, but on realizing i got to show her this and that i got up to find my daug's porridge which the pm makes before leaving and place on the table is already in the hands of the underweight kid. Am astounded by that behaviour, i guess if it would have gone on, the weight thing would have been vice versa.

First of all the pm had not mentioned to me that in their agreement done on the yesterday of that day, for which i gave myself shugli outside to give way for orientation, nowhere was mentioned that she would be coming with her kid.  I showed her around and later gave myself shugli and left. On coming back, i found the pm calculating her loses in the kitchen, for the woman and her kid really terrorized her kitchen on the first day, no sugar, rice,flour i think she pocketed all( talk of feeding two families). Owe unto those who employ people on a daily basis for i know they have become accustomed to things missing here and there but cannot raise alarm for the security of their kids, who have noone else to be left to as they go hustle, is in jeopardy. That was her first and last to employ a day person and you know the maids now are "empowered" and are asking for an unrealistic amount!!?so my off was over by Tuesday. Still going strong.